Game of Love:
A Heath/Legault love story
Disclaimer: Not mine, I do not own the characters. If I did, Fire Emblem would be a whole lot gayer. Oh the visions…
Notes: I've been playing the game again, too… So I hope the personalities are accurate. THANK YOU for the reviews! I love them! Nothing makes a bad day melt away like a batch of new reviews. Oh, and now with added Matthew/Guy! Kinda. Don't get too excited.
Alcohol and that weird surreal feeling you get before you realize you're in love is a very potent combination. It really is. And so it was with Heath.
Heath snatched that bottle from Legault, and took a deep swig, enjoying the burning sensation down his throat, and the warmth that pooled in his belly. It was nice to take the edge off things for a moment.
Legault smiled slyly at him, and for a moment, Heath thought about giving the bottle back and going to bed. Instead, he took another deep swallow. He wasn't going to let Legault sit there and secretly manipulate him. Always with the ulterior motives! Couldn't he ever just come out and say exactly what he meant?!
"So, Heath…" Legault stood there, with a hand on the dresser, all casual like. "I was wondering…" Legault's fingers danced on the smooth wood, caressing it. Heath seemed unable to peel his gaze from those slender fingers…
"What?" Heath asked, taking another drink.
"Are you a virgin?" Heath looked away from Legault's fingers with difficulty, and into those sly lavender eyes, just a tone lighter than his long hair. Those scars… He wondered how he'd gotten them. Without even realizing it, he was reaching for them.
Legault seemed maybe a little surprised, but he didn't move away, allowing Heath to trace the two lines across his eye. He didn't even blink, even though Heath could have easily poked his eye out. Legault's gaze was so steady. Heath couldn't look the thief in the eye when he was sober, but here he was, staring him in the eye. Was Legault drunk right now? Was he always drunk? How did he manage to keep his gaze so steady?
"So, are you?" Legault asked, and Heath was again distracted by that smile… Such a smile it was… Heath could never tell how true the smile was. Legault was pretty good at faking things.
"Am I what?" Heath asked, removing his hand and taking another gulp of alcohol. It was pretty good stuff, though Heath had no idea what kind it was. He might have been suspicious that it was poisoned or something, but he was getting far too drunk by now to remember to be suspicious.
That was for later.
"A virgin," Legault repeated. He was obviously amused by Heath's inability to stay focused.
"Yes." Heath admitted. "I was too busy with Hyperion, with training, with battle. There was no time for that sort of thing." Then, looking at Legault, he found himself curious. "What about you?"
"I haven't been a virgin for a while," Legault told him.
"Oh…" Why did that seem to weigh heavy on his heart? Because Legault had done… things with other people…? Like it was really a big deal at their age, anyway. It was kind of more odd, really, that Heath had so little experience, wasn't it?
As Heath downed some more alcohol, Legault eyed the nearly empty bottle. "You know, when I offered you that drink, I didn't mean you should drink it all. Are you trying to get drunk?"
"Maybe."
Legault smiled lazily at the answer and said nothing, but he did lean forward and pluck the remainder of the booze from Heath's hand.
"Hey!" Heath protested.
"I think you've had enough. You don't want to do something you'd regret later, do you?"
"Like…what?" Heath said in a low whisper. Almost unconsciously, he was moving towards Legault, backing the smaller man into a wall and using his arm to bar his escape route. Legault was looking at the arm in his way with amusement. He could easily escape, but he didn't want to. He was interested in seeing what Heath planned on doing.
He didn't have to wait long.
Heath leaned in and stared at him with dusky eyes. The guy was…horny, Legault noticed with sly pleasure. Legault brought a hand up to the back of Heath's neck, massaging it gently, deftly, hooding his eyes as he looked back at Heath.
"Heath," he started, feeling as if he had to at least try and deter him, but Heath crushed his lips against Legault's, a kiss full of desire and need. Legault was kissing him back, and even his head was spinning, though he hadn't actually had any alcohol himself. Heat was coursing through his body, and he found his fingers curling into the hair at the base of Heath's neck. He moved his hips slowly against Heath's, and used his other hand to stroke Heath's spine. Heath's back arched at the touch, and his breath hitched. He gasped for air, removing his lips from Legault's mouth and to his neck.
Heath's hands… were everywhere. He wanted to feel every single inch of Legault's body. His shoulders, his sides, his hips, his thighs… Legault seemed to like it, and the way he was moving his hips… was driving Heath insane. And how was it that he knew exactly where to put his hands to make Heath flare up in pleasure? And now… Legault was nuzzling the side of his head, his neck, there was a kiss on his jaw line that involved tongue, and then he had captured his earlobe with his teeth… And then he was suddenly lower, at his collar bone. The sensations were resonating through Heath's body, and all he could see was Legault. All he could smell was his intoxicating smell.
Heath recaptured Legault's mouth under his, desperately wanting to taste him. He could feel Legault's hands at his waist, gently moving his fingers down, tracing the feel of his pelvic bones. As his hands slowly traced lower, Heath gasped against Legault's lips, and he suddenly moved Legault backwards, until he found the bed, pushing Legault backwards onto it. Legault couldn't help but curve his lips upward; he'd thought about this moment plenty of times, but he never would have predicted that Heath would be the aggressor.
Heath's kiss grew more demanding, and Legault responded in kind, exploring every inch of Heath's mouth, their tongues battling it out and their hands pursuing places that would make the other react. Legault was first to find one of these spots—he had only to pause and lick his index finger and thumb, and caress upwards, under Heath's shirt, and gently tweak Heath's nipples to get the man to arch his back and moan. Legault smiled knowingly. He knew where best to touch someone… And he'd also never been one to like his sex quick.
Legault made his move, rolling Heath over so that he was the one on his back, and he straddled him, looking down into his drunken, lust-filled face. This was too much. He had absolutely no morals. If Heath remembered this, he was going to get the freezing treatment for the rest of his life. But Heath was staring at him, and his golden eyes were looking at him with need and desire. How could he say no to that?
Heath brought a hand up, grasping some of Legault's hair, a dreamy look in his eyes; almost like childhood wonder. Legault watched him stroke his hair and his gaze softened. Heath was… Legault bent forward and kissed him gently on the side of the mouth. He couldn't do this… Not like this… Maybe he could have if he hadn't seen Heath looking at him like that, but no way. He couldn't do it now. He moved off of Heath, who didn't let go of his hair, but instead, tightened his grip on it.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
Legault put his hand over Heath's hand. "We can't do this," he said, even though his explanation would be completely lost on the drunken wyvern lord. "You'd kill me in the morning, whether I hung around or not. After yelling at me, and getting angry at me and yourself, you'd give me the cold shoulder, and I wouldn't even be able to be your friend. I know you well enough to know that much. Even if you don't remember specifics, you aren't stupid. You'd notice something, you'd come to the realization."
Legault looked at Heath, unable to keep some sorrow from creeping into his gaze. He disentangled Heath's fingers from his hair.
"Why are you going?" Heath asked, still looking disoriented.
"Because, Heath…" Legault hesitated, then smiled sadly. "I love you."
Then he turned away from Heath and left the room, unable to stay and prolong the torture a moment longer. He stood out in the hall for a long, silent moment, his back to Heath's door, until he heard some footsteps that jarred him from his faraway thoughts.
"M-Matthew!" he heard Guy's squeak from down the hall, and Matthew's laugh was unmistakable.
"What?" The feigned innocence in his voice was also very typical of him. Legault had to smile. Matthew… was quite the rogue, wasn't he?
"You know what!" Guy whined. They were in Legault's line of sight now, and he watched them, amused. Guy was holding onto the end of his braid, which seemed to have lost its tie. "You stole my hair tie!"
"Prove it," Matthew challenged, his eyes dancing as he grinned at Guy. Legault crossed his arms. Yes, those two were smitten. They just didn't know it yet. Or… at the very least, acknowledge it. Ah, sexual frustration. It took its form in many ways.
Guy looked at Matthew suspiciously, before using his free hand to attempt to grab one of Matthew's—which was conspicuously clenched around something. Matthew's hand darted out of the way, but Guy caught his arm. He let go of his braid, which started to unwind and tried to snatch Matthew's hand, now that he was holding his arm in place. But Matthew continued to smirk, clearly enjoying watching the smaller myrmidon struggle to get his tie back.
"Matthew!" Guy was prying at Matthew's clenched fist. "Just let me have it back!"
Yes, this whole thing reminded Legault of that kid who always picked on the kid he liked, too afraid to express himself in any other way, but longing to be near the one they wanted. Even if it meant tormenting them in order to gain their attention. Legault wondered briefly if Guy would even look at Matthew if he wasn't always pulling pranks on him and stealing his things. It was a little sad, too, Legault reflected, how obvious it was that Matthew clung to Guy so much more after the death of Leila. He didn't think either Matthew or Guy was aware of this, and how it was potentially harmful to both of them. That is, if Matthew couldn't figure things out and separate his different feelings for the two people, and not just try to unconsciously replace Leila with Guy.
"Why, hello there," Legault said conversationally as the two came closer to Heath's door. "Having fun, you two…hm?"
Matthew looked peeved to see Legault there for a moment, but the cloud across his expression quickly cleared. As a spy, Matthew was good at faking things.
"Night, Legault," Matthew said. "What are you doing here?"
"I was… visiting Heath," Legault responded evasively. "I see you two are…getting along." His lips curled up slowly.
Guy looked at them both, furrowing his brow. He wasn't sure what he was implying, but he seemed to realize it was something that should make him mad. Before he could speak up, though, Matthew merely grinned.
"Night, Guy. I think I'll be keeping this…" Matthew smirked and let the tie fall out of his fist enough for Guy to see it before flipping it back into concealment within his fist. "Overnight. Hope you don't mind." With that, he gave what was left of Guy's braid a little tug before taking off into the shadows of the hallway.
Guy's face as he watched after him was a mixture of anger, disappointment, and…something else. Legault regarded him with amusement.
"Well, have a nice night, Guy. I'll be off. Tell Heath I'd like to talk to him when he's sober, all right?" With that, Legault left Guy stunned in the hall.
-LH-
Morning came, and Heath found himself half-dressed and with his blankets kicked onto the floor. Next to him, in the giant bed, Guy was curled up on his side, his hair everywhere. Curious. Heath had never seen Guy take his hair out, not even when they went to bed.
Sitting up, Heath saw that Wil was lying on the end of the bed, lying cross wise. He was spooning a pillow and mumbling something in his sleep. Sighing, Heath placed a hand to his forehead, then threaded his fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and tried to remember what all had taken place last night. He remembered… He remembered something with Legault and drinking. And some…kissing action. His face flushed red at the thought of kissing Legault… He seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, didn't he? But ye gods, he hoped that was all it had been and that he hadn't had sex and blacked out. A corner of his half awake brain informed him that he wouldn't want to forget something as big as sex with Legault. He shivered a little as he remembered intense kissing. He drew his hand slowly from his hair to his lips, feeling them. They were only slightly swollen. Probably nobody would notice anything.
Heath sighed again and got out of the crowded bed. He stalked into the bathroom and took a long, warm shower, taking care when he washed his face, so that he didn't make the bruise he'd gotten from Raven sting anymore than it had to. After stepping out of the shower and drying himself off, he caught his reflection in the mirror. Tousling his hair, which stuck up on its own, he frowned at himself. He had never thought of himself as good-looking, least of all right now, with a bruise and a mild hangover—if there was such a thing.
Heath turned away from the mirror and tossed the towel onto the toilet, dressing as quickly as he could. He didn't know why he was in such a hurry—it wasn't like there was anyone in particular he wanted to see.
Coming out of the warm bathroom into a cold hallway with a wet head was the last thing Heath wanted to do. He came out to see Wil standing in front of the bathroom, doing the world famous pee dance. Huh. So maybe there had been a reason to hurry. Heath quickly stepped to the side to dodge Wil, who was rushing past him into the bathroom.
"Sorry!" He felt the urge to call as Wil slammed the door closed behind him.
"S'okay!" The friendly voice called back, sounding only slightly strained. Satisfied that Wil wasn't peeved at him for hogging the bathroom, Heath trudged down the freezing hallway to the bedroom he'd shared with his usual tent mates, so that he could back up his things and grab his armor. Guy was awake by now, but just barely—he was sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Heath?" he said, his voice bleary with clinging sleep.
"Yeah, it's me."
Guy let himself fall back into the bed like a rag doll. Heath mused on how childlike Guy could be sometimes.
"Don't want to get up?" Heath asked, as he stooped over his bag and began sweeping his things into it.
"Not really," Guy admitted. He held his hands over his eyes for a long moment, before letting them fall to the side of his head, onto his long hair, which was fanned out across the pillows. Heath couldn't help thinking that a picture was worth a thousand words, and that Guy, though definitely not his type, did look pretty sexy. He smiled wryly, thinking Matthew would probably have quite the nosebleed over this.
"Beds are nice'n soft…" Guy said, still sounding a little slurry from sleep. He stroked the bed as if to punctuate his words. Heath had shoved all of his things into his bag and slung it over his shoulder as he stood. He had to look in on Hyperion, who had been stuck in the stables, like some kind of common horse or something. Heath was amazed that they even had stables big enough for a wyvern of Hyperion's size.
"Well, you're going to have to get up eventually," Heath said, and as he turned towards the door, he saw Matthew lurking in the doorway. He was…definitely checking out Guy, who, on top of lying on the bed like he was trying to seduce someone, also had his shirt riding up to show a nice bit of skin. Guy still didn't see Matthew, so Heath cleared his throat. "Especially if you don't want to be pounced on by Matthew."
"What?! Where?!" Guy sat up with a speed that shouldn't have surprised Heath (but it did anyway) and was already reaching around for his Killing Edge, which he'd left on the nightstand beside the bed, probably prepared for such an assault.
Matthew looked only somewhat annoyed when he looked at Heath, and his amber eyes, which had been glowing softly when he'd been looking at Guy earlier, were now taking on a more mischievous look. Heath looked back at Guy, who had his sword raised and looked like he was about to leap off the bed if he had to.
"Give me back my hair tie!" Guy pointed at Matthew with his free hand.
"What are you talking about Guy?" Matthew asked, with an innocent bat of his eyes. "I didn't take your tie."
"You did!!!" Guy accused, rising up off the bed. "I saw you! I saw it in your hands!"
"You were obviously very tired, Guy. I don't have it." That roguish grin he was wearing didn't help his case at all.
"No!" Guy said, trying to maintain his conviction, but he seemed to be faltering. "No, I saw it. Come on, Matthew, give it back… I can't fight with my hair like this," he complained. "I'll have to cut it off…"
"Why would you…?" Matthew didn't seem too happy about that.
"Okay, okay, Matthew, just give him his hair tie thing," Heath interjected, looking annoyed. He should have left earlier. This stupid argument was childish, and he thought they were both being immature. "Everyone knows you have it, and he needs the thing."
Heath stood and waited until Matthew slid the thing out of a hidden pocket in his cape and held it out for Guy. He waited until Guy mistrustfully moved forward and took it.
"All right then," Heath nodded. "Now I'm off." He didn't want to baby-sit these two any longer. The only beneficial part of being around them was that he felt ten times smarter for it.
Matthew smirked a little as he watched Heath leave, but Heath paid him no heed. Matthew was hardly a threat.
The stables were nice and quiet when he got there, though it was still pretty damn cold. Heath made his way around the stables to the large area they'd kept Hyperion and Umbriel in. Hyperion was excited to see him, moving his head forward so that Heath could give him a rub.
"Hey there, Hyperion…" Heath crooned a little as he was gently nuzzled against. He was definitely most at peace with Hyperion. He even let his guard down around the huge beast. "Let's go get you something to eat…"
Hunting went a lot better this time. There was no fiasco involving damsels with scary brothers in distress, or missing horses, or stalking assassins. It was just… a simple, peaceful hunt.
He was sorry to come back.
Breakfast was made by the castle's servants and cooks, so it wasn't bad. And Heath still didn't know exactly where they were, but his slight headache made it so that he really didn't care. When he entered the servant's dining hall again, he noticed that of the four long tables, there was no swarthy lavender-haired assassin sitting anywhere he could see. He didn't know why his heart seemed to sink, but he liked to think it was from relief, not disappointment. By all rights, he should be indignantly seeking the man out, so that he could find out just what had happened last night.
As things were, he didn't see Legault, even if he wanted to start an argument. So, he settled with taking a seat next to Wil, who was now looking a lot better since he'd last seen him frantically dashing into the bathroom.
"Hello, Heath!" Wil greeted him excitedly. "We're having a big breakfast this morning!" He was all but singing. "Pancakes, scrambled eggs, chopped potatoes…" He looked positively blissful over the menu, and he was eating his food with matched fervor.
Heath nodded. "Yeah, okay…" Heath brought his plate closer and ate at a slower, fixed pace than Wil. Again, his thoughts were drifting to Legault. He couldn't seem to get the man out of his head. He kept thinking he might feel better about things if he could see him, but he still wasn't—Ah, no! Spoke too soon! There he was.
Legault stood halfway across the room, speaking to Nino, with Jaffar a few feet behind her. She seemed to be quiet vehement about something, but Legault looked like he was barely listening. Then he saw Jaffar step closer to Nino, who held out her hand as if expecting something. Jaffar gave her something in a small brown bag, which Nino then gave to Legault. Legault looked into the bag, then smiled, clearly amused. He said something to Nino, patting her reassuringly on the shoulder, then taking off with a casual wave of two fingers.
Heath narrowed his eyes. What the hell was going on over there?
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